Archive for June, 2008

Urban hunting

Friday, June 20th, 2008

   It’s not exactly flash news that people experience love/hate relationships, nor is it, when that subject are squirrels.

   Ther are those that love the bushy tailed little cartoon characters, and those that hate the wire gnawing, plaster eating rodents. I happen to be both.

   I sat here last summer and watched as three different families competed for the goodies I had hanging from my tree. They were all Red Squirrels, but one family had blond streaks on their uncerbellies, one a common cinnamon color, and one a dark phase, almost a mahognoy color.

   I spent hours watching them interact and that of our neighborhood carnivor, that lives somewhere Southeast of me. He/she/it was the subject of “So many cats, so few recipes” entry a year ago. But, during all this activity, the birds ended up not eating, and I decided to fix that.

   Pictured below, is my entry into the “Find the GOLDEN PATH” contest, whereas the warring factions are kept away from the peace loving inhabitants. And, as you’ll soon see, I’ve made it a sport, just like the big guys do.

 

Good Hunting!

East Jordan’s Freedom Festival

Tuesday, June 17th, 2008

   It’s our week to draw in as many fudgies as we can, from the dwindling pool of available fudgies, and it ain’t lookin’ real good. I drove through our tourist park, where in years past, was full of campers but today there’s but 9 trailers and 1 very soggy tent.

   Everyone blames the economy and the price of gas, but that’s only part of the problem here. One of the main attractions of this place, is the dockage for their boats. Lake Charlevoix is a major league Bass lake as well as Walleye, the Trouts, and most of the Salmon species and many fishermen would come here in their quests. Up until 9-11, there would be 2 million dollars in fishboats tied up to those docks. Their wives would go over to Glen’s Market, or into the downtown area and buy everything in the windows. The dockage, at one time, wasn’t a cess pool, like it is now, but a usable headoff point for some very good fishing.

   Between the sediments coming down the river, and the water levels falling, it soon became a land-locked mosquito hatchery and there isn’t anything we can do about it. Earlier this Spring, there was a dredging company here that was going to suck out the town’s harborage, and if there was time, clean out the launch site. When I asked why they didn’t dredge out the marina for the tourist park, I was told that once the water level dropped to where the opening was dry, it was considered a “Wetland” and nothing could be done.

   As East Jordan’s luck would have it, the dredger crapped out a couple times before the permit expired the Friday before Memorial Day, and nothing got completed. The town still has several berths that can’t be rented because the water is 3″ deep, and they used an excavator to muck out the launch site. That gives you a real nice deep, steep hole to drop your trailer tires into, but you have to keep your engine half out of the water to keep the prop intact.

   The permit expired because that’s when the DNR said one of our fishs’ began their spawning, and dredging might scare them.

   Honest to God ladies and gentlemen, I’m sick and tired of our Government trying to keep progress from happening, no matter what the good it could do. I don’t mean just the Federal Government, but the local yahoo’s too. (No offense to the Yahoo lovers everywhere)

   It seems to me that it’s the towns elected representatives responsibilities, to insure that the town’s business’s has every opportunity to make money. When the credit/gas crunch came after ‘01, business dropped off at the tourist park. Instead of dropping the prices, to help draw more people, they raised ‘em thinking they needed to make a buck. They’ve done this every year since, and it’s getting worse every year, and they still do it. When the railroads got into big trouble back in the ’60’s, the morons raised their prices to cover the loss of tickets lost. DUH! The City should be giving away campsites, with maybe a tankfull of gas to boot.

   The State level show’s up with the DNR; with all their 22 year old college grads, espousing whatever their most popular professor taught’em that year, or through the Sierra Club, which hates human’s everywhere. The professor’s probably haven’t been in the field working, since they were doing grunt work for their PHD’s, for their favorite professor. I’ve seen these guys work, I know how it’s all done, and I’m not impressed, at all.

   Every day I’ll drive through the tourist park and see how much it fills up, and report it here, but I don’t expect any miracles.

  

 

A very quiet house

Thursday, June 12th, 2008

   Mark headed down to Grand Rapids over the weekend to spend some time with Matt and then on to Prescott Valley, Az, to stay with Jon. While he’s staying with Matt, they’ll head down to near Jackson and see his mom, along with his Aunts, Uncles, and a butt load of cousins. A couple years ago, when we found out he’d be recieving some back pay, we’ve been talking of him making a trip West.

   When we first spoke of it, I was going to drive the truck and take our tent and camp along the way. When I realized how fast the price of fuel was growing, I did some quick goes-inta’s and came to the conclusion I wasn’t going along. Maria, Jon’s wife, got on the computer and made some reservations, back in March, that made it a hellava lot cheaper.

   Ever since then, Mark and I have spent many evenings talking about who and what he was going to see, and do, while he was there. About a month ago, when the apples were blooming, Mark came down with some hay fever, and that scared him. He kept asking me if he would still be able to go on his trip, and it took some time before he realized it wouldn’t even slow him down. Everything he did, or talked about for the last two month’s, had something to do with this trip, and I enjoyed every minute of it. This guy’s had a rough row to hoe, for a long time now, and it’s nice to see him so happy.